So, You Want to be an AI Slopper

You want glory and riches and fame and book signings and an HBO adaptation and Hollywood parties and piles of cocaine and then groupies and threesomes and orgies and more, so much more! Maybe a couple of statues and the Nobel prize and all of the trophies and medals and the bestseller status and a book tour and red carpets and people chanting your name at the top of their lungs and glory⁠—oh, how you yearn for that glory.There’s only one problem: you’re expected to sit down and write and rewrite and then edit and chisel and, like, try to put in actual effort⁠—who has the time? Nerd shit. There must be a shortcut.And sure, maybe you even got one of those books about writing by Le Guin, King, or Bradbury, but it was so dense, had no pictures, and made your head hurt, so you threw it away. Stupid books.Your next step, of course, is to get your big manuscript⁠—nay, your great magnum opus, your gift to humanity!⁠—done the fast way, with AI. And yeah, sure, some people despise it, but…